Over the past week, I only managed to complete a single Dollar Energy appointment and the pantry generated an incredibly modest nineteen families and forty-seven individuals. Other than completing annual paperwork for each family, my work week at the agency was gratefully slow.
The School of Social Work, apparently recipients of the memo that my time was available, piled on scores of pages of readings, which although sometimes tedious and more often than not bled into a mire of resilience literature too dark to discern, was genuinely intriguing and interesting. My Children and Families at Risk course leverages the experiential knowledge of the students and professors as well as the sometimes haunting trauma of the children featured in the text to discuss the perilous Jenga tower that is the well-developed and emotionally healthy child. Not only am I enjoying the course on its own terms, it's already beginning to inform my interactions with clients and staff, an evolution that has left me incredulous.
My travails through the Grand Kingdom have been fruitful and empowering. I've managed to devote a respectable thirty hours to teaching my shadows to endure fatal strikes, loot their foes, and restore their health through motion. Along the way, I've fought dozens of bizarrely shaped and overtly-aggressive mistakes of nature, including the poo snake. Although I've yet to discover how to balance my time between my real-world commitments to education, hygiene, and relationships, I cannot wait to return to the (level) grind.
Chavonne and I have been working to keep ourselves and one another sane in the face of our constant separation due to internships and school commitments. Because we've had so little time to interact with one another, we take extra care to ensure that that time spent is positive and uplifting. We talk more deeply and thoroughly than at any time in our relationship, I believe. We genuinely enjoy one another as people rather than as simply partners and it makes a profound difference in the breadth and depth of our love. I'm grateful for our friendship because we're both able to step out of our roles as partners and offer advice and council as needed, which has become crucial as the stress of our current hectic lifestyle sometimes overcomes us. Chavonne is really my best friend and it's just another way I'm probably the luckiest guy you'll meet.
I'm the lucky one. I am so fortunate to be married to my best friend. I love how close we grow on a daily basis. You are my heart.